Chapter 7: Great success (Part 1)

Chen Wanrong had long known about extracting sodium glutamate from grains and preparing MSG. But after coming to this world, he was facing a poor family and could not even afford to eat. How could he think about extracting MSG from grains? What he thought about all day long was how to use the raw materials around him to make some chemical products. In order to save money, he could not tolerate the unpleasant odor of wastewater.

If Ding Jiapu had not used the "synergy" of MSG to make such delicious shiba cakes, Chen Wanrong would have thought of this, but it might have come a little late.

You should know that when MSG was launched, it was very popular. People lined up to buy it and bought out many times. Once this matter came true, they would definitely make a lot more money than those who made soap, and they would definitely become a huge wealth.

The prospect is really wonderful. Chen Wanrong was dizzy, had a big appetite, and opened his mouth to chew. After eating and drinking, Chen Wanrong met the account and left.

After walking for a long time, the inferiority complex of the country people of Chen Laoshi and his wife also disappeared and they were in high spirits. Although Chen Wanrong was very tired, he was excited to think of the wonderful future of making MSG, so the whole family continued to stroll until late at night before returning to the guesthouse to bed.

The next day, the family got up early, used it too early, drove a ox cart and carried soap straight to Majia Store. Before they arrived at Majia Store, they saw that there were crowds of people in front of Majia Store. People stood on tiptoe, stretched their necks, and looked curious, as if they were looking at dioramas.

"What are they looking at?" Chen Laoshi was confused. Chen Wangshi was glaring with the general mystery.

Chen Wanrong was also puzzled by this problem, thinking that he was thinking that the more people he was looking at, the better the soap sold, so he went straight over. Before he could even arrive at the Majia store, he saw Chen Wanrong yesterday leading to see the guy Ma Zhizhong looking around, looking nervous, as if he had lost his treasure.

When the guy saw Chen Wanrong, his nervous expression was relaxed and he hurriedly came over. He came closer and before Chen Wanrong could speak, he started shouting: "Master Chen, you are here now. Do you know how anxious we are?"

The words were full of complaints, as if Chen Wanrong had a great sin. He looked up at the sky and it was early. This is also called "chilling" and what else is early? Chen Wanrong asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"What else can I do? It's not about soap." The guy still complained: "When you left yesterday, the shopkeeper printed the words according to your request and hung them in front of the store. He arranged for the guy to send printing orders to customers in front of the store, and sent thousands of them. This morning, we had thousands of people gathered here before we opened the store. Once you didn't come, the shopkeeper was almost crazy and thought you weren't here."

Ma Zhizhong was determined to improve the reputation of the Majia Store and ask Chen Wanrong for advice. Chen Wanrong asked him to print some banners and hang them outside the store. The banners were eye-catching and could attract people's attention. He did not ask him to print posters. Unexpectedly, he had such a mind and used the promotion method of modern society to admire his flexible mind from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm sorry, the boss Ma has to worry." This is a benefit for both parties and is good for everyone, and Chen Wanrong cannot thank him for it.

The guy led the way: "Master Chen, please come with me. If the shopkeeper can't see you again, he won't know what the rush is." Chen Zairong drove the ox cart and entered the Majia Store through the side door.

The guy said, "Master Chen, please put the goods under control first, and I'll tell the shopkeeper." Fei went there as if he was flying.

Chen Wanrong and Chen Zairong hurriedly moved the soap from the car, and Chen Laoshi and his wife started to do it and it was done soon.

"Master Chen, you are here!" Ma Zhizhong's voice came from afar, and Dingdeng's footsteps were particularly heavy. He rushed to Chen Wanrong, grabbed Chen Wanrong's arm, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's finally good now. So am I. I forgot to ask where Master Chen lives yesterday, why don't I pick you up early this morning."

When Chen Wanrong saw Ma Zhizhong was sweating profusely. In the early March, the weather was not very hot, but he was sweating profusely. He didn't have to think about it and said that he was anxious. He smiled and said, "I worry about the boss Ma."

"Oh, I'm worried about it, it's a trivial matter. If it's a scalper, where will I put my face in the future? How can I do the future business?" Ma Zhizhong complained and said, "Master Chen, you don't know how many people are yelling at the soap. Some of them are coming for the soap, and some are coming for me. If I can't take out the soap, wouldn't it be a leak?"

Majiadian is the second largest shop in Chang'an. There is a Gaojiadian in front and many people are watching behind him. These competitors will definitely not make Ma Zhizhong live too comfortable. For commercial interests, they may cause trouble. If Ma Zhizhong dialect is released and there is no soap today, these shops will definitely take the opportunity to exaggerate and say that he is untrustworthy and unrighteous, his reputation will be greatly affected and business will be difficult to do.

Although he was worried about his business, this was also because of himself. Chen Wanrong felt very sorry and bowed to his fists and said, "I have caused trouble for the boss Ma. Chen Wanrong is not compensated here."

The soap has not officially started selling, but judging from the current scene, it will definitely be prosperous. I also gained the glory of Chen Wanrong and my reputation follows Da Zhang. That was exactly what I wanted. Ma Zhizhong dared not accept Chen Wanrong's gift, so he hurriedly held it: "Master Chen, don't, don't. Master Chen, let's go sell soap. Come on, move the soap over and let those bastards open their eyes. Be gentle, don't mess it up."

Several guys came to help, and before Chen Zairong could do anything, he moved the soap away. Ma Zhizhong looked at Xiao Hei and said, "Closed to the stable." He asked a guy to lead the way, and Chen Zairong drove the ox cart.

Xiao Hei Shenjun is extraordinary. If he saw him in Ma Zhizhong in the past, he would definitely praise him. Now he is not here, so he doesn't say a good word, and he hurriedly pulled Chen Wanrong away. Chen and his wife are busy following him.

Passing through the store and coming to the front door, I saw crowds of people, which were almost as lively as the product sales in modern society.

"Majiadian is talking big, there is definitely no soap!"

"Yes, he will talk big!"

"Wait and see!"

"Ma Zhangbao, give us an explanation! We have been guarding for a long time and don't even give up any farts. You are too bad!"

Some of these people are watching the fun, some agree with each other, and some are afraid that the world will not be in chaos. You don’t have to think that among these people who are confident, there must be someone sent by other shops, asking them to act according to the opportunity. Ma Zhizhong has not put out the soap for a long time, just as they think, and it is unreasonable not to take the opportunity to cause trouble.

Chen Wanrong looked at Ma Zhizhong with sympathy. It was already very good that he could hold on until now. With a wave of his right hand, the guys carefully placed the box on the table. Chen Wanrong opened a mouthful of the box, took out a piece of soap and placed it on the table, cleared his throat, pressed his hands down, and the crowd immediately calmed down.

Pointing at the soap, Chen Wanrong began to promote it: "This is soap, which can be used to wash clothes, cleanse your body, and wash your face. The usage is written on the banner, and there are also instructions on it. You can do it if you don't know how to do it."

Ma Zhizhong printed five banners with large characters such as "Chen's Chemical Soap" and "Majiadian Sponsorship", and printed the instructions and utility on them in smaller fonts.

People are familiar with the instructions for use and the effects of these. Chen Wanrong doesn’t have to worry about his lips and tongue, just give a little explanation.

As soon as Chen Wanrong finished speaking, a middle-aged man wearing silk held a folding fan in his hand and tapped it on his palm, making a crisp sound: "You said so amazingly, is so soap really that useful? I don't believe it!"

His words were immediately echoed: "Yes! Be careful that the wind will flash your tongue!"

At this moment, Chen Wanrong had a new understanding of Wu Jing's suggestion that he wanted to find a shop. There was still a Majiadian behind him, otherwise he might say something ugly.

It takes a process to gain people's recognition for a new product. Chen Wanrong didn't care and said with a smile: "If you don't believe it, you can try it yourself."

"How to try?" The middle-aged man still didn't care.

Chen Wanrong turned his head and said to Ma Zhizhong, "I'm sorry, the boss Ma asked someone to get some water." Ma Zhizhong ordered, and the two men trotted and waited for them to turn around and brought two basins of water.

Under Chen Wanrong's guidance, Chen Wanrong said to the middle-aged man: "You can take off your clothes and try it."

The middle-aged man glanced at the corner of his mouth: "What if it is washed out?"

Chen Wanrong browed and said without thinking: "If it is washed out, I will pay ten points! If the soap is really useful, what do you say?" It is impolite to come and not to deal with it. The more you are at this time, the more confident you need, the greater your words, and the better the effect will be.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man was stunned. After thinking about it, he said, "I bought it for how much you said, I want five yuan. But my clothes were not dirty, so I changed it today." His clothes were really clean. He turned his eyes and looked around. He accidentally saw a beggar in the distance catching lice. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Is it okay to use his clothes?"

The beggar's clothes were so dirty that it was purely a problem. People stared at Chen Wanrong and listened to him quietly.

Soap is easy to use. Ma Zhizhong personally tested it yesterday and was very confident about the effect of soap. However, if the clothes used to wash beggars can be washed clean, Ma Zhi was in the center and looked at Chen Wanrong nervously.

The naughty boy's clothes are not necessarily better than the beggar's clothes. They can still be washed clean with detergent, so Chen Wanrong is not worried at all. If someone else changes, he will definitely scold him. However, Chen Wanrong handled it rationally and said very skillfully: "As long as you don't feel disgusting, I won't object!"

The middle-aged man made things difficult for him. He originally thought that Chen Wanrong would object, but he didn't expect that Chen Wanrong kicked the ball in front of him. He felt a little nervous. Is the soap really soap soap really so useful? If the soap is really easy to use, he has to find something that is difficult to wash to stump Chen Wanrong. This dirty clothes of the beggar are the most suitable.

The idea was certain. The middle-aged man quickly squeezed out of the crowd, walked to the beggar, threw away fifty cents to buy the beggar's clothes. Even if the dirty and torn clothes were given to others, it was worth fifty cents. The beggar thought that he was lucky, so he ran away with the money.

The middle-aged man thought his clothes were dirty and carried them back with a stick. The clothes were dirty and smelly, and the crowd was afraid that they would not avoid them. He gave way wherever he went and came back without any trouble. The middle-aged man threw his clothes into the basin, took out fifty cents and threw them in his hand. The copper coins hit and made a crisp sound, and shouted at the top of his throat: "I'm paying fifty cents, who will wash them?"

"I don't wash my clothes if you do such dirty clothes!" Someone immediately objected.

"That's it!" The crowd burst into laughter.

The middle-aged man added fifty words: "One hundred words, is anyone going to wash it?"

There was still no one, and the middle-aged man had to add: "Two hundred texts."

Still no one agreed. The middle-aged man thought that money could make the devil push the mill, so I didn’t believe this evil: “Five hundred words, is there anyone here to wash it?”

Five hundred citations are a large number, and the crowd no longer laughs, and some even mutter softly. Some people are moved, not far from the answer, and the middle-aged man is a little proud and looks at the crowd: "Five hundred citations, five hundred citations! Can you make money in a day? It's only a moment, just a moment!"

Today I was really evil, no one came to wash it, and the middle-aged man gritted his teeth: "Yi Guan, I have made Yi Guan, is anyone here to wash it?"

"Me!" a slightly vulgar man responded.

"If you want to wash it, hurry up!" the middle-aged man said proudly: "I am waiting to give you a reward." It seemed as if he was sending a beggar.

This is the clothes of beggars. Anyone who washes will look down upon them. There is a voice of contempt in the crowd, and some people even laughed: "Look at his appearance, exactly the same as that beggar. Could it be two brothers?"

The man had already stood up, but after hearing these words, he could not bear it. He blushed and said, "I won't wash!" He squeezed out of the crowd and ran away in shame.

With his lessons from the past, the middle-aged man let him call him for a long time, and no one dared to agree. Today, this matter was not a result of evil, but an evil ancestor. The middle-aged man was surprised to have money and could not recruit anyone.

If he didn't need beggar clothes, people would rush to wash them. If he paid for the money, they would rush to wash them. In this case, only those who have no dignity and no personality will come to wash them. There must be such people, but middle-aged people are not lucky today and have not encountered them, but they are in trouble.

Chen Wanrong is also a master of narrow-mindedness. He seized the opportunity and said, "Money is not omnipotent, and having money may not be able to accomplish anything! I think it is better to wash it yourself!"

This proposal was so popular that a crowd immediately burst into support: "Yes! Go wash yourself! I'll wash you!" There were even more cheers and urging sounds, one after another.

The middle-aged man shot himself in the foot, but when things were about to come, he stumped himself, and was so embarrassed that his face turned red and his neck was thick, and he hurriedly said, "Forget it, I won't wash it."

He was rude first. Such a person was too much and should not be let go. Chen Wanrong has the measure, but he would not use it on such person. He sneered: "If you don't wash it, who knows if my soap is good? If you give up, what else do you think of friends? Friends, do you want him to wash it?"

Where can I find such a bustle? How could the crowd let him go? Someone waved his arms and shouted: "You want it! Wash it quickly!"

"If you don't wash today, don't want to leave!" Someone even rolled up his sleeves: "If you don't wash, we will wash it."

Forced him to wash, but it is still quite terrifying to be fooled. The middle-aged man saw that many people in the crowd were eager to try, and his eyes turned green. After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and walked to the basin, put his hand into the basin, and shouted again in the crowd.

The clothes were really smelly enough, and the middle-aged man had the idea of ​​falling into the pit. Chen Wanrong retreated far away and advised him to wash his clothes. Under Chen Wanrong's guidance, the middle-aged man applied some soap, rubbed it for a while, picked it up and took it up, and was surprised to find that the clothes that were originally dirty were much cleaner.

The middle-aged people's thoughts turn quickly, which shows that the effect of soap is indeed good. If you wash it, you might clean a piece of clothes. Wouldn't that make the squid famous? What better advertisement than "soap to clean the beggar's clothes"?

Once this matter comes true, it will definitely be ten transmissions, ten transmissions, hundreds of transmissions, hundreds of transmissions, and thousands of transmissions, and it is possible to pass them into myths. A middle-aged man is smart and must not do such a stupid thing. He lets go of his clothes and says, "It smells so smelly, I'm so stinking, I won't wash it anymore!"

The people onlookers mainly wanted to watch the fun. He had already made a fool of himself, so he stopped talking and laughed. Chen Wanrong would not miss this opportunity to show his face. He must do this to the end: "If you are a man, do it to the end! If you are a woman, you will give up halfway!"

Everyone has a good intention, and this sentence is very satisfying to the crowd, and then echoes: "You must wash it! It's okay if you don't wash it. Take off your pants and let's see if you have that thing!" There are many uneducated people in the crowd, and there is nothing you can't say.

The middle-aged man decided to cheat and waved his hand and said, "I can't wash, I can't wash, if I wash it, I will die of fumigation." He said as he walked towards the crowd. However, before he could reach the crowd, he stopped him by several people.

The middle-aged man made a move with his right hand, and five people came out of the crowd to block these people.

Chen Wanrong saw it and thoughts were heard. This middle-aged man must be asking for trouble. It was sent by other businesses. Who else could he look for if he didn't seek your bad luck? This advertisement must be washed out with your hands and waved his head gently to Chen Zairong.

Chen Zairong also saw something was wrong. He had long wanted to teach the middle-aged man a lesson. He strode up, slapped the middle-aged man on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "Brother, how can you do half of the work? You are not very interested."

The middle-aged man felt a huge hammer hitting his shoulder, and his bones almost broke up. He wanted to open his mouth and scream but couldn't scream. When he turned his head, he saw Chen Zairong smiling, looking at him like an old friend, but the force on his right hand made him almost unable to stand firm.

His thoughts were not slow, and he waved his right hand, and the five people could see something was wrong and hurriedly surrounded him. One of the big men stretched out his right hand with his right hand. Before his hand reached, the veins on the back of his hand had already protruded. He wanted to give Chen Zairong some excitement. Chen Zairong smiled coldly, put his left hand on his right hand and pulled it. The man stood steadily and ran straight towards Chen Zairong.

Chen Zairong supported the left foot and kicked his right leg, his toes were neither tilted nor crooked, just pressing against his throat. Chen Zairong's smile remained unchanged, as if he cared about him: "Brother, you are not careful when walking, so be careful to fall. I can't make any moves, don't be surprised." His toes slowly moved up, making it difficult for this person to breathe. Until he stood firm, Chen Zairong took back his legs.

This man suffered a secret loss and stood stupidly, unable to even speak. The other four were not stupid, knowing that Chen Zairong didn't want to hurt others, otherwise this man would have been lying on the ground long ago. He thought that five were against one, but he didn't expect that Chen Zairong would be able to control the corner of Chen Zairong's clothes without even touching the corner of Chen Zairong's clothes. No one had the courage to touch Chen Zairong's power again, so he had to watch Chen Zairong take the person in charge.

Chen Zairong brought the middle-aged man to the table, and exerted a little force with his right hand. The middle-aged man couldn't stand up and hit the corner of the table. His stomach hurt so much that he almost cracked. He opened his mouth and wanted to scream but couldn't scream. He was so frustrated that his face was better than his second brother.

Ma Zhizhong approached Chen Wanrong and whispered in Chen Wanrong's ear: "Master Chen, this is an accounting room in Gaojiadian. I met him a few years ago. It seems that his surname is Feng, and I can't remember the name. I didn't expect that Gaojiadian actually sent someone to disturb the scene. It's so despicable!"

If he didn't speak so much yesterday, he wouldn't have alarmed Gaojiadian. As a competitor, Gaojiadian would not have let Ma Zhizhong make trouble. He would send someone to see the situation. It would be better if it could make it bad. This is a very common method in the business world. Chen Wanrong didn't care and nodded, "So that's how it is!" His right eye flashed at Chen Zairong.

Chen Zairong understood and looked at the middle-aged man with a smile. The middle-aged man knew that he would not be able to wash it, so he had to wash it again. Chen Zairong then let him go and said with a smile: "That's right! Men, you have to keep your word and do things well!"

"Wash quickly, let's wait and see." The crowd urged again.
Chapter completed!